In the city lies the citizens laid quiet off the ejaculating of <br />The exhausting angels: <br />Those pretty demigods that put them to work, and then <br />Sent them back home again, <br />Down into the jungles and the purple fjords of their deeply <br />Shadowed <br />Cribs: perhaps like heroes defeated by their own monsters, <br />The motifs of satellites nearly invisible in their rooms: <br />The footprints of super heroes, <br />The metamorphosis of Cinderella’s brooms: and they go this <br />Way by the byways of nocturnal rivers, <br />Pretending that the night blooming jasmine is the only <br />Thing in the neighborhood that will keep them <br />Intoxicated, as school comes, <br />And the ixora blushes and turns into full hedges <br />Just in the very same time that the youngest sweethearts finally <br />Grow up and become so leggy that they leap across the continents <br />Wearing the finery of the heavens on their strapless shoulders: <br />They are now fully fledged flight attendants.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fully-fledged-flight-attendants/
